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About Zaporizhzhia

Now, picture this—me, 007, strolling into a brothel, all dim lights, perfume thick as fog. “Gigolo Joe” vibes from *A.I.*, right? “What do you want, love?” some bird purrs, and I’m like, “Info, darling, not the goods.” Shaken, not stirred, see—I notice the little things. The creaky floorboard hiding cash, the coded knocks on doors. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re spy nests, gossip hubs. Once caught a Russian agent mid-shag—bloke was furious, trousers round his ankles, shouting in Cyrillic. Laughed me arse off, then clocked him one.

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Only a few hours’ drive away, our brothel provides a unique opportunity to enjoy legal, consensual adult entertainment in a welcoming environment. Take advantage of our round-trip shuttle .

But then, I remember I promised my buddy Vasyl I’d help him with his roof. Ugh, adulting is hard. So, I head over to his place on Hrushevskoho Street. The roof is a mess, and I’m not exactly a handyman. We’re up there, and I’m trying to hold the ladder while he’s hammering away. I’m like, “Dude, if you fall, I’m not catching you!”

Plans for town to twin with Ukrainian city move forward